Day Two: Morning

[Talys]

Talys was very surprised. Probably the most so since the games had started. He gripped the cold metal of the shotgun's barrel and stared down into the eyes of a creature that should not exist in the body it did. The eyes of a killer.

I've under estimated you, my not-so-innocent companion. The standing figure's face contorted again into a twisted grin. We're far more similar than I thought. . .that could be dangerous.

"Let go of the gun or you may regret it," Dos looked up, red eyes flaring in the light of the rising sun.

"Heh, I like you," Talys responded after a moment's breath. "Much better than that pansy Uno. . ."

The changed man continued to stare towards him, a small amount of confusion setting.

"Oh, that's right. You've probably been just as blind as your naive, little other-half," the fighter at the end of the barrel explained, his voice taking a menacing tone. "I'm not a goody goody like the others. I'm not afraid to kill. And above all, I am in this to win. Point your little gun at me all you want, but never. . .never tell me what to do or get in my way. You're a lot like me. . .I can tell by your eyes. This might become a problem. Don't let it. Anyway, pleasure to meet you."

Talys smiled and pulled the weapon from Dos' hand, tossing it several feet to left. Feeling that he had sufficiently made his point, the competitor turned quickly on his heel and marched back to his bench.

This could alter things a bit too much.

He collapsed onto the hard, plastic seat and muttered a choice swear or two beneath his breath.

It was supposed to be so easy, too. . .Well fuck this.

Frustrated, he looked out to the dawn breaking over the horizon and began throwing pebbles from his sitting position. A bit of a nervous habit.

Fuck this all. I'm tired of sitting backseat on this fucking ride. This entire competition I've been stuck in the shadow of these ass wipes. . .They've been making all the calls, having all the fun, wielding all the fucking weapons! I didn't even get to take a fucking hit in the last fight! God damn it!

There was a sudden shattering noise causing the seated warrior to snap his attention up. He hadn't realized the force with which he had begun throwing the stones and had wound up breaking the window of a building several hundred feet down the street.

They've got me all worked up. . .that old saiya-jin and this Dos guy. . .Fuck. I definitely cannot put up with this that much longer. . .

Out of the blue, Talys knew the answer. The young human leaped to his feet and began to walk, blank faced across the street toward an abandoned building. The plan seemed so easy to him that he wondered why it hadn't hit him earlier. As he traveled a certain tune filled his head and he could not help but to sing along under his breath, almost laughing at his mental state.

"I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was. . ."